Disclaimer: I haven't put this in a while but thought I should now. The plot is mine and so is everything you don't recognize from the Harry Potter Books.

A/N: Please read and review as usual. This chapter is kind of out there. I'm warning you, but I think you'll enjoy it.

So far, no one knew they were Death Eaters. They had to keep that how it was. No one else was to know Harry was the Dark Lord. Not yet. Voldemort considered him a secret weapon.

"Uh, Draco, I wouldn't be eating those if I were you..." Harry whispered to Draco.

"Why not? They're just chocolate frogs." Draco replied

"Look at the card." Harry picked up the card sitting on top of the boxes of the frogs.

"To Snape. Thanks for the help with the extra classes. Dumbledore "

Harry read. They both were starring at the card not knowing what it meant and Draco left the rest of the frogs alone.

Harry scanned the office. It was the same as it had been before. Snape had done nothing but clean up the bed where he had let Harry lay. The office was still very neat. After a minute of looking around the room he did notice one small difference. The clock that had been hanging on the wall, set with the wrong time I must add, was no where to be seen. Snape returned but gave Harry no time to question about the missing clock.

"Come petty children." Snape barked.

Snape led them to a different room than they had been to before. Harry was curious as to where the clock had gone. Snape had once told him it was of some importance though Harry had forgotten.

As they walked down the corridors Harry realized how much he wished he could be with Petunia like she had wanted him to be that night. She wasn't happy when she discovered he had to spend the evening with Snape. Then Harry's mind shifted to that afternoon. He wished he had just kissed her. Harry knew it would have been a better way to show he liked her but did not know if she was feeling ready at that very point to let him kiss her.

Draco, on the other hand, was just thinking about when he would get the chance to ask Lucy out. Lucy was a girl of medium stature with brown hair. She wasn't skinny but you couldn't consider her fat either. Draco decided he liked the idea how a girl had asked him out and he had not asked her out. Someone ,besides his friends, wanted to be in his company.

They finally reached the room of the meeting and entered. Harry now switched his thoughts of longing for Petunia to feelings of nervousness and terror. How was he to treat the Dark Lord as he prepared to be his equal?

"Have you made your decision, Harry?" Voldemort questioned as the three guys preceded into the room.

"I..." Harry began timidly. "I...I'll do it."

"Good choice, Harry." Replied Lord Voldemort. "Let us get to planning. I will be the one to notify the rest of the Death Eaters and they will spread the word. No owls will be involved incase they are checking the mail circulating."

"Okay. What are we to call Harry?" Draco asked.

"You were not spoken to!"Voldemort snapped, trying not to yell.

"Draco is right." Harry intervened trying to save his friend's neck. "What am I to be called?"

"Snape will do that. Snape!" Voldemort barked out again.

"Hum." Snape paused to think a moment. "Rahyetto? No, no good. Trorayette? Hmm..."

"Oh, lets be really creative and call me Potter."Harry remarked.

Voldemort waved his wand. A card appeared in his hand from which he read out loud.

"Lord Potter,

Congratulations.

The Death Eaters"

"Well, they weren't very creative." remarked Voldemort.

"How did that happen so quickly!" Questioned Draco and Lord Potter in shock.

"You two still have much to learn in the realm of magic." Snape said quickly. Then there was an awkward pause.

"Snape, tell Voldemort about why you have to lock the portrait every night. I would like to know." Lord Potter said curiously.

This brat is going to use his powers against me! Thought Snape.

Snape then explained what had occurred. Voldemort did not respond. Instead he sat and thought a moment.

"You are to teach the children those spells. I'll warn the Death Eaters of this. I want you to teach Harry and Draco more than the other children even if it means private lessons. And-:"

"No private lessons. I have a girlfriend, and a life!" Harry said glumly and boldly.

"We'll try to avoid these private lessons then. If it becomes a must it's a must though." Snape responded.

"I'm growing tired. Leave." Voldemort remarked.

They left. Snape let Harry and Draco into the portrait. Then he returned to his office for some rest.

Harry and Petunia's Morning:

"Harry, where were you last night? I missed you." Petunia asked the next morning at breakfast.

"Detention." Harry replied pretending to act glum. "Let's go take a walk."

"Okay." replied petunia following Harry who had already gotten up from the table. Harry decided that they would walk to the Quidditch field.

"How are you?" asked Harry.

" I'm good. I'm having a bit of trouble in Professor Arathorn's class, but otherwise good."

" Really? I think her class is a breeze. I'll help you out sometime." Harry opened the door and walked outside.

The two carried up small talk while venturing over to the Quidditch field.

Harry sat down on the field and looked around. He was used to the roaring fans and the suspense of finding the golden snitch. The quietness was quite odd to him. Petunia sat next to Harry. She wasn't into quidditch and did not find the quietness odd. She looked at Harry. Would he think she was rushing into it if she kissed him now? Not a kiss on the forehead but an actual kiss... on the lips. Harry was wondering the same thing when he had realized Petunia had sat down next to him.

Harry made the first move. He leaned closer to Petunia. Petunia, getting the hint, leaned in closer and kissed him on the lips. She could feel the heat of suspense circulating through her body like blood as he ran his fingers through her hair. At that moment she found Harry to be one of the sweetest boys who had ever lived and never wanted to leave his side.

After a bit under a minute Petunia pulled away which left Harry wishing for another kiss. He had received a few kisses like that but none seemed as special as this one. He loved Petunia. He reminded himself to thank Draco later for talking him through his problem of wether to ask her our or not.

They sat in the silence of the outdoors together for a few minutes enjoying each other's company. Harry just felt like he had to say it.

"Petunia, you're a great kisser."

Draco's Morning: (Mostly his narrative)

Oh crap! I woke up late again. Now, I'm sitting here eating breakfast alone. Those two lovebirds are probably somewhere making out. Ugh. Now I have to eat alone. I wonder when I'll get the chase to ask Lucy out. She seems pretty cool and all but she's almost never in the right spot for me to ask.

At that moment Lucy came and sat down next to Draco.

I'm so lucky! She sat with me. Now is the perfect time to ask her out! YES!

"How are you Draco?" Lucy asked.

"I was wondering... will you go out with me?" Asked Draco.

"Hogsmede, this weekend?" Lucy asked.

"Yah, defiantly." Draco replied hiding his smile.

"Okay." said Lucy, sitting down to eat breakfast with her new boyfriend.